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Chilly Boulder, Monday Afternoon [1.14]

It was Monday. Monday means it's time for ice cream.

Well, at least it does in Dōjima's little world. It doesn't matter if it snowed eighteen-zillion feet over the weekend, or if it's cold and cloudy outside. There, every day is a day for ice cream.

"So, what's good here?" she asked, gazing at the board. "This is awesome."

[ooc: for the elder-sibling, but available for any ice cream needs!]

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Naminé laughed, amused by the other girl's enthusiasm. "I'm in favor of sundaes myself," she admitted. "Lots of chocolate syrup and nuts and whipped cream. Boring, perhaps, but irresistible."

"Sounds good to me," leaning over the counter to ~~flirt~~ place her order with the hapless ~~NPC~~ worker, she somehow talked her way into extra sprinkles and cherries. "Mmmm...comfort food. Nothing better!"

"Comfort food?" Naminé looked at the other girl curiously. "Was your week difficult, then? You seem in high spirits."

"I went shopping! It was exhausting!" Dōjima mock-swooned and giggled. "Bell-sensei is so cute! She has the best shoes at her store, too."

"Bell-sensei?" Naminé asked. "I don't think I'm familiar. I had a rather ... interesting weekend, personally, but it's all right now. Boys." She eyerolled a touch at that.

"She's tiny! A little fairy!" Dōjima gestured wildly with her spoon. "I got a boy to make me pancakes the other day. Was your boy being stupid? We could totally get him back. I know how to short-sheet a bed."

Bell-sensei. Naminé laughed. "Does she have blonde hair and a fabulous sense of style? I know her. Or, more properly, we've never met, but I know a friend of hers. The store she has in town is lovely."

She shook her head. "My boy was ... afflicted by whatever struck the male half of Fandom on Saturday, and was particularly insufferable for it. I was furious, and now he's grovelling, so I suppose we're all right. Which boy made you pancakes?"

"She does! She's my teacher for my 'Cool' class, and she's totally awesome. She was also willing to take my Daddy's platinum credit card for my purchases, so score!"

"You mean he got hit with the bitchy disease too?" Dōjima wrinkled her nose in distaste. "I thought all the boys had gone mad! Well, crazier than normal, anyway. I got my pancakes on Sunday from a nice, sane boy. Well, he acted sane anyway. Michael? Hai, Michael. Cuuuuuute!"

"Make him grovel more, it's good for his character. Or something."

"Platinum card?" Naminé smiled. "That's where I got my dress for Homecoming. The girl working there talked me into something outrageous and purple. I ... felt as though everyone would stare at me, but it wasn't nearly so bad as I thought."

Naminé frowned slightly as she took a spoonful of her sundae. "He did. He harangued me about not appreciating his art, and dragged me into participating in one of his ... 'movies.' He'll be grovelling for a bit longer. I don't know if I know Michael, but if he's cute and willing to make you pancakes, that's a rather good sign."

"There was another boy last week who was cooking on another floor. Bean? Dean? Something like that."

Shovling another bite of ice cream into her mouth, Dōjima started waving her spoon again. "Ugh, you're dating a performance artist? No wonder he was awful. Some of them have the worst egos. That's why I don't date pop idols anymore."

"Dean," Naminé smiled. "He's been a student here longer than I have, I believe. There seems to be an abundance of free food in the common rooms, I must say."

She grimaced and shook her head slightly. "Performance artist, yes. He's a juggler and he directs on occasion and he's always somewhat inclined to the dramatic. Adding moodiness on top of that was ... unpleasant."

"Boys." Dōjima laced the single word with every ounce of sarcasm she could muster. "Sometimes I'm convinced that they don't have the sense of a rock."

"Not that that's always a bad thing, sometimes it makes it easier to get what you want. While he's busy groveling, you ought to have him take you to a movie, or on a nice date, yeah?"

"They really don't, do they?" Naminé laughed. "He's usually very sweet, if inclined to melodrama. I should mention that, a proper date. We haven't been on one since ... Homecoming, perhaps?"

Dōjima very carefully set her spoon down and looked at her sibling, dumbfounded. "Honki? I mean, seriously? Oh my god, Naminé, that's awful! Boys are supposed to take you out on dates, how else can they hope to keep you from finding a better boyfriend?"

"What are you doing this week?" Setting her mouth in a determined line, she pulled out her planner from her purse. "We are going out, and showing him that you're cute and he should be grateful you put up with his antics. Any boy would be thrilled to have a girl as pretty as you on their arm."

Naminé flushed, waving slightly. "I assure you, he isn't taking me for granted. I think neither of us are terribly ... fancy, perhaps? And he hasn't much money at all, I'd hate to embarrass him by requesting expensive trinkets as if he needs to prove himself."

She leaned over, curious. "I work at the Café tomorrow - you should stop in, the white chocolate raspberry cheesecake is downright sinful - and I've a class Wednesday morning and Friday morning. What about you?"

"It never has to be expensive, although that's always nice. He should pick a flower, or perform a poem, or something for no reason at all other than his adoration for you," she said firmly.

"Oh, cheesecake! I will totally stop in before my sneaky class!" Dōjima flipped through her little book, smiling. "I have class tomorrow, Wednesday, and Friday. Other than that, no plans!"

"There were flowers, with the apology," Naminé noted. "And that leaves us both free on Thursday, doesn't it? Should we go shopping?"

Her eyes danced at that.

"Well, flowers is a good start!" she pronounced. "He just better be careful!"

"Shopping? Nah. I think I've terrorized most of the storekeepers on the island this week. If they see me coming, they might hide." Thinking...thinking...ah! "We could do lunch, or go out on Wednesday night!"

"Go out?" Naminé smiled. "That does sound fun. Where would you like to go?"

Naminé was somewhat of a novice at this "going out" thing.

Edited 2008-01-15 01:18 (UTC)

"There is a club here, ne? Two clubs?" Dōjima took another large bite of ice cream, considering. "Caritas, yes? Is that the name?"

"You mean the bar?" Naminé flushed. "I don't drink very often. The last time I did so, I ended up kissing a number of girls."

Well, that had been the point of the party ...

"Really? Sugoi!" Dōjima laughed. "I got sent here for kissing people I wasn't supposed to!"

"Naminé, I promise. I won't let you kiss any strange boys or girls. Only ones you know," she said seriously. "It's not smart to kiss strange boys."

Naminé laughed. "I shouldn't kiss anyone, at the moment, as I have a boyfriend. Except him, of course. But the drinking was ... pleasant, last time. It makes you feel as though everything's all right in the world. Which is where I get into trouble."

Woe. Jack needed ice cream. Mint Chocolate Chip, plz?

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